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labyrinth Sep 23
As largest corporations get richer
They recruit preacher after preacher

Who articulate long heroic stories
That hypnotize nations with glories

God, King, Country and bunch of other stuff
So, seeing the naked truth becomes very tough

While the hoo-ha keeps you entertained
An army of bad people very well trained

Are insidiously getting busy with
Economy but not like Adam Smith

A sudden crash in housing sector or stock exchange
And wealth changes hands real quick. So strange!

Thank God! You have lots of TV channels to follow
Or high-tech, comfy, memory foam that we call pillow

Time for watching more TV or taking a good nap
Over further deepened income distribution gap

Although witnessed by you almost on a daily basis
You’re far from knowing the meaning of financial crisis

System’s designed in a way, you will feel strong
Yet still be the weakest link, accept and play along

In this equation, you are a worthy variable
As long as you shut your mouth and act biddable

You’re the victim here dude, that the big guy abuses
Labyrinth warned you alright. Please! No more excuses

You’d better start reading this from the very beginning
To comprehend the repeating nature of the **** thing
Pending copyright process
Kagami Jul 30
Dependency. A cruel fate for a young millennial.
In this country, karma means nothing
Ethics are fiction, as I've found out.
Relying on the manipulative rich man.
He's different for everyone.
Where do you get your checks from?
Carl D'Souza Jul 28
In an ideal
joy-and-happiness-society
would every person
have sufficient resources
to enable their
optimal joy and happiness?
Carl D'Souza Jul 22
In a joyful and happy society
should every person
who works 5 days a week
be paid enough
to buy all the products and services they need
to live a joyful and happy life?
Zywa Jul 3
Everything belongs to everyone
within the banks of the law
duties are imposed
rights you must take

I have to be selfish

I am too small in view
of the high towers
where people silently wait
for orders from above

The plans are ready
the dice roll
over the fine-combed cloth
to Grand House or Southern Wind

The adjutant signs
the carefully prepared move
of the next new law
for people and country

Statistics are the weapons
proving who fails
proving the profit
for everyone
Collection “The drama”
Homunculus Jun 8
We sow the seeds of Empire,
We water them with blood
We **** the soil
We burn the oil,
We watch the dollars flood, into
the coffers of the
corporate interests
sittin' pretty
at the top, all
with their fingers
on the buttons,
eager for the
bombs to drop

We split the money, 80/20      
smaller number always first,
while the larger toils away
awaiting to be reimbursed...

Oh yes, that too familiar story
simply striving to survive
as we await the day of glory
our Messiah shall arrive...

Well, ain't that a bunch a jive?
a momentary nose dive
where monetary flows drive
ev'ry year that blows by
ears deaf to woe's cries
desensitized to those ties

the ones that finely bind us, and
the veils that find and blind us
always seeking to remind us
we're not plus, but only minus

Gas lighted?
*** ignited!
Make ya jump
right out yr seat!  
but now yr fallin'
and yr crawlin'
cause there's
shackles on yr feet!

Ya feel the heat, and it's
replete, with squalor
struggle and defeat
as we go trudgin'
gettin' bludgeoned
by the rain and
hail and sleet

YEET!
Sweet...
That's what the
kids are sayin'
ain't it?
A youthful cry to hide
the tainted picture bein'
painted?

No doubt!
So go shout:
"We gotta turn up
while we burn up!"
Nobody gives a ****
and so it seems we
'bout to learn us  
all a special lesson,
class in session
bound to go down
in the books
like bitter pills
go down a throat
or the jetsam from a boat
gets cast right overboard, say...

"Oh, good Lord!"

"Is he still talkin'
squawkin', gawkin'
walkin' stalkin'
chicken bawkin'?"

"Think he might be in too deep
don't wanna hear another peep,
so someone bash him in his head
until you put his *** to sleep."
Charlie's Web Feb 13
An open letter to my mothers boyfriend,

When you blame millennials for the current state of our nation, you are disregarding the environment we've learn to survive in. Cookies hanging over our heads, blindly following the sound of people celebrating empty dreams. Dreams recited by our fathers.  I am not trying to place blame on you, as I know you too have been infected by these unspoken rules. You too had a cookie hanging over your head. But I want you to know that our cookies just look different. As time passes recipes’ recalibrate and cookies transform. And I feel for you, maybe you’re still chasing the cookie, maybe it’s getting harder to chase, or maybe you ate the cookie and still felt hungry. But if we really want to have this conversation, about the current state of our nation, I’m gonna need for you to stop talking about cell phones and 20 something year olds and start talking about where these cookies came from!
How are you?
If anyone asks

For once
Looking at their eyes, reply
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They will be
Attentive
Genre: Observational
Theme: Obsessed with shopping || Strategy
if Jūrmala
by Riga
she fettered
goat head
aim for
orient in
sea yesterday
she stank
like the
submarine there
with Latvia
as Über
recoiled their
way to
Dow Nation
with centipede
in lore
a middle of the road strategu
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